Write for the bill of lading

" Square root of minus one,"

Dream to a shore whose shading

Is brighter than our sun,

Die beyond all aiding' *

From syringe or gland of ape,

—And fare far off from fading

In some alien star-fraught shape.

What was the earth but ashes

Dropped from the furnace bars,

From the flame-like Song which lashes

Tops that are gyring stars ?

O hearts that are empty of giving,

Lips that lie famished for song,

How you hiddenly hunger for living

And dream to the star born throng.